Makes Sense
Ileus curled up near the chair, his face buried in his knees, which were curled up to his chest. Sniffles after sniffles escaped his nose, and he slowly raised his head when he heard continuous knocks on his door.
He stared intently at it, not moving at all, and as though the person knocking on the door was tired, he pushed the door open and stepped in, only to stop in his tracks on seeing him curled up near the sofa, his hair looking messy and his eyes filled with tears.
"Ileus." The person, who was none other than Shawn, rushed up to him and knelt on the floor beside him. He reached out his hand and gently touched his face, using his thumb to wipe off the tears in his eyes. "Why... are you crying?" He asked in deep concern, but Ileus did not speak, but just sat, staring at him.